I ask for roses in place of pain, their thorns a reminder that beauty and suffering often coalesce... Can you see the poetry in my scars, the way they tell a story of resilience and desire? Do you understand the depth of my yearning, the craving for a touch that heals instead of wounds?.. Oh I doubt... In the fragrance of those roses, can you find the courage to love me as fiercely as I need, with a passion that transcends mere words?... Prove it.. Send me.. Roses for pain...
An1, 2024